People want to be in a perfect relationship and they search for a perfect prince. While here I collect his broken pieces and he collects mine. Isn't it amazing to see him growing and sharing his pain? "A Perfect Prince" No, I don't want. What I really want is to hold his hand and make him the Prince.
The courage of my love
The power of my love
Is more than anything
It will make a story, where we both suffered and then again keep on fighting the battle
We all have flaws, we all are not perfect. But how could we always expect everything to be so flawless?
His love is courage for me and my prayers are blessing for him
And that's how we live
Each day fighting for our love
Praying for the dreams to become true
Crying for all the worst time we have to go through
Sharing each of our pain
And
Our story continues